Dark Mind Poem by maria goodison

In the death of this mind,
many dream you will find.
Not one of them good,
not one divine.

In this, the heart of the demons land,
this is where I plant the seed.
The seeds of doubt, that formed this land,
have made chains unseen,
to bind me to this mind.

The devil sits and I by his side
smile as the lost souls die.
I listen to tormented screams
and anguished cries of pain
yet I still mix the pot
with the iron chain.

In the death of this mind
many thing you will find.